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Music-Box

The stale air held her tight,
Ideal for a music-box innocence
Her lips were pale, trembling
Fluttered heartstrings begin to fray
A dandelion drifting through
Sunbeams that mellow the tempered soul

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  • carole21
    September 17, 2008
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    a sensitive write for the prompt . . thanks for the contest entry